Third day in Greece.
The Sun in ridiculously hot here. I came fully prepared to attain the shade of my ancestors, yet had no idea it would take approximately two minutes to do so. Yesterday we laid on the beach for hours and hours and then had to wear self-created togas that Haley crafted from bedsheets swiped from the Aegean Sky in order to protect our now sore skin from any more rays. We found a glorious resort, mistakenly, about 20 miles from ours. We walked through rows of red potato fields, and just as we were about to give up our hunt for a decent beach, we stumbled across the little Malia treasure. It has now become our new home.
Last night we went exploring through the city, and instead of turning left onto the well-travelled, ever-popular 'Beach Road', we trudged up through 'Old Town' to a traditional Greek restaurant where we learned has live Greek music and dancing on weekends.
I wasn't overly impressed with Greece until last night. I was impressed with the Sun, I mean, but wasn't overwhelmed by the beauty or the culture or anything I had anticipated when I considered coming to this island. Old Town gave us a bit of a peek into Greek life.
Britt got here early this morning, she took an all-night Ferry from Athens. Sounds like it would have been a good time...

Anyways. Everyone's waiting for me so we can begin our long trudge back to the hotel. Later yo.